Since its right there she grabs you by the forearm as you hold up your pants. Your face is bright red and disgusted.
"Mommy will make it all better." She promises as she strokes your hair and takes you into the large handicap stall.
"Hey wait-" you start but she's already undone your belt, and started to pull off your nasty pants and underwear. Before she pushes you back to sit on the toilet and starts to wipe every inch of your bottom and legs.
"You really don't have to-" you try to say still red-faced.
"Don't be silly, that's what Mommy is for." She giggled and cleaned you carefully.
When she pulls out a razor you object again. But had such a mess from your accident she insists it's for cleaning.
After fifteen minutes you're starting to relax and even agree to a diaper she had, since you had used the toilet again. She oiled you, and out the diaper on. Adding baby powder once it was taped on. It's wife enough you have to waddle slightly.
Finally,
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